LACEY STARR – The Daughter’s Bedroom
Riding the Waves of Excitation in Lacey’s Passion-Filled Sanctuary
Yo, homies! Buckle tuck ’cause we’re diving deep into some X-rated territory here, so if you ain’t 18 or mature, bounce outta here! This ain’t no place for your innocent eyes or tender sensibilities.
Lacey Starr‘s room – it smells like an ol’ time whorehouse after a steamy night: musky perfume mixed with sweat, hints of champagne bubbles still lingering in the air, with that special scent that only comes from two people letting loose their primal enjoys.
Lacey, she was sprawled out on her rhinestone-studded bedspread like she was just finished ridin’ some stud hard as hell.
Her lacey-as-hell thong was all twisted up around her thighs like she was ready for another round with some lucky bastard.
The Dance Floor Moves to Lacey’s Bed
The lights flickered like they were strobe-ing to some trap beat in her brain while she ran her fingers through her jet-black tresses like she was trying to shake off memories from some ardent club night.
“Ain’t no party like a Lacey Starr party,” she whispered to herself as if inviting someone special into her room
Lacey‘s eyes traced over every inch of her physique in that aged mirror wrapped around with gold laces – gazing at herself as if she was nothing but a thrill for some lucky guy who’d walk through that door.
The Masterpiece Comes to Life
As if on cue – or maybe just because he heard her thoughts – a shadow fell across her bed.
“Hey there,” he said as he stepped into light flowing through her curtains fallen open to reveal the moonlit night beyond.
“You look hungry,” she purred before pulling him close enough to taste his breath as they danced around each other while their clothes came off bit by bit.